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Oh, dear God!
Please, please! Not another one!
The end of the
evening Sunday service was minutes away, the last song had been sung, and
benediction given. Nancy was in the
process of racing out to the vestibule door when Pastor Harris announced, “…and
then, tomorrow evening the Honorable Reverend Leo Berry will be arriving and
lead us in a week-long revival…”
Amid the Amen! and Praise God! each teenager wilted, with heads hung low. Though telekinetic communication had never been confirmed,
Nancy and the others could sense each other's thoughts, some filled with profanity, others
not.
Nancy was safe from
the altar pounding***, being a near-saint in the teen world. But what about Bill, Tom, Bob, Sam, and other boys
who were damned to Hell all the time? Long,
painful nights spanned across eternity for them.
Brother Leo Berry
arrived at Pastor Harris' house just in time for one of the church’s Sisters to
carry in the casserole, Jell-O salad, and dessert.
For the Pastor Harris house, the meals would be manna from heaven, since the church paid salary next to nothing. This required Pastor and Sister Harris to hold down jobs. These dinners would be as a feast for the pastor's family.
For the Pastor Harris house, the meals would be manna from heaven, since the church paid salary next to nothing. This required Pastor and Sister Harris to hold down jobs. These dinners would be as a feast for the pastor's family.
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Monday night arrived,
with a shining smiling Brother Berry on the platform, rubbing his hands
together. His bald hair comb-over reflected the bare light bulbs overhead. The seedy suit spoke of nights on the road with a trail of churches behind him.
“ARE YOU SAVED? IF YOU WALKED OUT THAT DOOR THIS VERY NIGHT AND WERE SMASHED BY A PICK-UP TRUCK, WOULD YOU BE SAVED?”
He eyed the ones who did not say Hallelujah or Preach it! "Would you?” He whispered meaningfully, staring down the teen herd in the back of the sanctuary.
“ARE YOU SAVED? IF YOU WALKED OUT THAT DOOR THIS VERY NIGHT AND WERE SMASHED BY A PICK-UP TRUCK, WOULD YOU BE SAVED?”
He eyed the ones who did not say Hallelujah or Preach it! "Would you?” He whispered meaningfully, staring down the teen herd in the back of the sanctuary.
Nancy sighed, opening
her math book, this was gonna be a loooonnngg week.
***To be continued someday next week, probably Wednesday. Pray for Nancy and all those
boys.
A previous blog about Nancy and this church can be accessed here.
